Post by Bharune on Mar 27, 2011 12:08:39 GMT -5
Name: Suoh Kahre (pronounced ‘car’)
Nicknames/Alias: None
FF: FFVIII
Age: 17
Height/build: 5’9, slender
DoB: September 12th
Weapon: Pistol
Level: 36
Strength: 108
Physical: 30
Magical: 40
Agility: 38
Special Skill(s): Information technology and hardware, cyber terrorism and security, cryptology, and he’s quite adept at the piano.
Magic: Float, Haste, Blizzaga, Cura, Break, Double, Water
Summon: Leviathan
Appearance: Suoh is a somewhat lanky individual with decent height and almost nothing to his build, but that suits his occupation adequately since he’s far from a combat specialist. He has long, light blonde hair that he usually keeps French-braided at the top and tied at the nape of his neck, the flowing length about to his knees though a lack of incredible thickness keeps it from getting in the way or appearing overly feminine. His eyes are a deep sapphire, his complexion fair, and he wears thin, wire-framed glasses.
Personality: Suoh is very neat and proper, his attire always clean and usually pressed. One might even go so far to say that he’s a little on the OCD side when it comes to order and structure, often categorizing whatever happens to fall within his care and aiding the Garden in maintaining their database systems. Unfortunately, he’s not very popular with his peers on account of being a little on the tense side and rather standoffish, and as calm as he seems on the outside he’s had trouble with hazing in the past because he can be quick to lose control of his emotions. He doesn’t like anyone invading his personal space and shrugs off even casual touch, even going so far as to almost always wear gloves.
History: His papa was a Galbadian military man, one of the best, and Suoh remembered most his sense of duty and strong detachment towards emotional ties. Even as a child, he had never felt very connected to his father, primarily due to the man’s strict discipline and strong dislike for Suoh’s quiet, reserved nature, which he had possessed even during his early years. Though his mother coddled him with affection, Suoh seemed a disappointment to his father just by existing.
Of course, they moved often. Suoh was born in Trabia, in a small settlement at the base of the Vienne Mountains, and it was there he spent his first several years. He remembered it somewhat, both the snow and the frigid cold and the frightening but gentle shumi.
Still attempting to recover from Esthar’s test of the Lunatic Pandora in country several years prior, Trabia was not a safe place to be, and after much fighting between Suoh’s parents his mother finally took him and made the journey back to Galbadia. It was rough with the increased ferocity and aggressive mutations of the monsters compromising all forms of transportation, but luckily they were able to use the underwater rail system before it was damaged by the aquatic fiends.
Not long after they reached Deling City, Suoh’s mother learned that her husband had been killed in the line of duty, much to her devastation and regret.
Though her grief at the loss penetrated deeply, she was a strong, optimistic woman, and pulled her life together for the sake of her and her son. Unfortunately, Psamanthe had grown up in a well-off family and married young, so she knew little to nothing of providing for herself in the big city. She was, however, beautiful and charismatic, so she picked up work waitressing and housekeeping, and people grew quite fond of her.
Suoh was five at the time, and he remembers his mother struggling with finances to maintain their bright lifestyle. Sensing her distress, a lovely nobleman offered her a job as a maid inside his Deling manor, which he said he rarely visited but needed to ensure its cleanliness and good order. Charmed by the man, Psamanthe agreed, and the mother and her child moved into the manor with a few other servants.
In memory, the estate seems so surreal to Suoh. Massive and sunlit, but filled with so many things he couldn’t understand, things that were fascinating and strange to his young mind. The patriarch came and went, just as he said, and the mystery that surrounded the master was often the talk of the house. Sometimes, he seemed like the golden sunlight itself, warm and present but entirely intangible. No one knew where he went. No one knew the nature of the objects he kept tucked away, or the language that filled the books in his library.
But one night, there was a terrible tragedy; a mass murder in the house that ended with everyone dead, even the patriarch. The authorities listed it as one of the most gruesome serial homicides in Deling history, with the inhabitants seemingly ripped open and the house painted with blood and entrails. Suoh alone survived, tucked in some hiding place before the police discovered him. He never spoke of it, not to anyone, regardless of the bribes and threats and continuous interrogations.
Eight years old, he was sent back to Trabia where an associate of his late father promised to look after him. The man was an instructor at Trabia Garden and remembered Suoh’s quick learning ability, so he provided Suoh with an easy entry into Garden’s protective wing and outstanding education system. Though extremely reserved and not much of a fighter, Suoh excelled well beyond his peers in technological study, earning the praise of his teachers in those fields.
Two years ago, he transferred from Trabia to Balamb Garden for unknown reasons. A year after that, he struck a bargain with the Garden to receive his SeeD rank early – at 16 – though he now wonders if he hadn’t actually gotten the short end of that deal.
